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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔; 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:
-𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐉.𝐊 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫.
-𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤.
-𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.
𝐊𝐄𝐘:
'...' - Thinking
"..." - Talking
"~... ~"- Parseltongue

🐍𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕🐍

I walked to the great hall for lunch quickly. Though I didn't eat much due to past issues with my muggle family, I ate half a sandwich and waited for everyone else to finish. I sat there and talked for a bit until an interesting conversation came up.

"Do you think Professor Quirrell's stuttering is fake, Harry?" Draco turned to me and said that. On cue, everyone else turned and looked. In raised my eyebrow slightly and sighed out,

"No idea, haven't met him yet. I'll tell you once I meet him. I have potions, then break, then his class. I'll tell you during dinner, sound alright?" He smiled and nodded. I looked at the professor we were just discussing and he was staring directly at me. After I noticed he looked away briefly and when I looked away he resumed his activity of staring. After all the first year slytherin's finished eating we headed out and split up to head to our designated classes. I wanted to be one of the firsts in the classroom so I could get a front row seat. I walked down to the dungeon with Draco in tow. We had quite a few classes together and thankfully potions was one of them. We entered the classroom and made our way up to the front. I sat in the seat closest to the walkway and Draco sat on the inside. After a while of just sitting there, the slytherin's turned to see gryffindors coming into the room and loudly complaining about this class. I looked forward and straightened my back slightly. I looked forward to it once more. Not really caring what the boisterous gryffindors were doing. That's when the door to the classroom slammed open. The man that was sitting next to professor Quirrell at dinner during the sorting. His robes were billowing behind him as he walked to the front of the classroom.

"There will be no silly wand waving in this classroom" he began slowly, his words were carefully chosen and I could tell by the way he talked that he was going to assign us a lot of extra work. He started talking once again,

"You are here to learn the arts of potions. Wand waving will not be a necessity until your third year." He slowed his talking down as he took attendance. That's when he reached the letter 'P'

"Charles Potter.. Our new.. Celebrity" The potion professor's voice came out slow but still just as loud as before. I looked over at the red side of the classroom and my 'brother' was smirking. He looked proud of himself. That's when the professor started again. His chin was tilted up as his sneer grew in size.

"Alright, Potter, if you think so highly of yourself. You must be able to answer such simple potion questions. Such as.. what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" His brother's face turned a little bright in the cheeks and he looked away. His denial and embarrassment finally set in. That's when he looks back at the list and his eyes go a little wide.

"Hadrian Potter.. Tell me.. what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood..?" He looked at me once I raised my head. I stated for a couple seconds before I finally replied

"If you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood you would create a sleeping potion so powerful, it is known as the draught of living death." It felt like I said the information, but it wasn't spoken out of my own mouth. He smirked and nodded before looking around the classroom and scowling again.

"Why aren't you writing this down? Go on!" He raised his voice a bit and the students looked back at their parchments and started writing. Other than the beginning of class and attendance, potions was a fine class. He explained that these next few weeks would only be going over theories. Once he finished speaking the gryffindor side of the classroom groaned. He then deducted 25 points from Gryffindor for complaining without reason. After class ended, me and Draco entered the library quietly and did the 16 inch essay that Professor Snape assigned us to finish for next class. I finished the essay quickly and Draco quickly filled suit. Once finished I cleaned up my side of the table and wiped it down, making sure I didn't leave any grime on the table. I then walked back over to the part of the library where I found the book I had been reading just an hour or so ago. I ran my pointer finger over the spine of the books until I found the one I was reading before. I walked back over to Draco with the book I was reading and sat in the seat opposite of him. Relaxing my shoulders slightly, I started reading a book on ancient runes. As I read I heard Draco sigh and he placed his hand on his head. I looked at him and he looked back at me. I smiled softly and he nodded and smiled as well. I looked back down and continued reading. All I knew was that even though today was terribly slow. It was still better than most first days of school.